There will never be the waft of piss and pasties, like the old roker end.
Or the unfortunate view ower the back wall of blokes pissing in the open toilets.
It was a shithole, but I loved it dearly. Miles better than any modern, soulless bowl. I can still remember going to evening matches, the butterflies in my gut as the floodlights came into view. The smell of pies, pipe baccy...
This could turn into 'Eeh! Ah remember when all this were green fields!'